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By some miracle, in the middle of the night, under a winter moon, in the pitch black and freezing cold, a bird was singing. If it hadn't humored her so much, it would have been its death wish, but she decided to let it chatter on. It wasn't the survival-based move, the move on instinct that said to hunt, and then proceed to kill, anything that could be eaten. It wasn't an action based that cold, primal reminder with a shivering, evolutionary fear of death by starvation that that winter was coming, and every bite of prey mattered. It also, interestingly enough, wasn't based on a love for nature and creatures, and the beauty of life. It was based off curiosity, a 'Why?' more powerful than either need for survival or a natural affinity towards the world - although, of course, there was no telling to how much either extent tugged on Ranunculusphilosophy's heart.
Elmwhisker had been drawn to the birdsong, the happy little song was so odd to hear at this time of year, when the forest was normally eerily silent, aside from the crunching of pawsteps in the snow underfoot. The cream colored tom had decided to take a little bit of time for himself, which was odd for the medicine cat. He dedicated his life to making sure his herb stores were well stocked and that every Clan member was taken care of. He was young for such a large responsibility and a lot of times he missed his mentor, missed the days before he was given his full name where he would follow Shivershroud around the forest naming herbs and their uses, his life was so simple then. It was nights like this that brought him back to that simple joy. His pale blue gaze landed first upon the bird and then upon Ranunculusphilosophy, who was also staring at the bird. "Good evening, Ranunculusphilosophy." he greeted MoonClan's leader quietly, so to not scare the bird away.
Ranunculusphilosophy's ears perked at his comment, though by the calm, casualness of her reaction, it was clear the newly made Moonclan leader was already aware of the medicine cat's presence. Like Elmwhisker, she was young. She looked more like a cat who should have been finishing up getting her first apprentice, rather than a cat getting taking complete power and authority over a clan she had only so recently joined. Yet, at the same time, there was something almost antique about the she cat. It wasn't anything in appearance, not wisdom nor a sort of old-soul really, just something that seemed to make her older, an edge perhaps.
"It's an enigma, isn't it?" The soft touch of the newly named leader's foreign accent intermingled with a strange, dreamy tone to her voice; the question obviously less aimed at Elmwhisker but to the world itself. And then, as if recalling she had company, she slowly withdrew her green gaze away from the signing bird and back down to Elmwhisker. "Ah Elmwhisker, it's good your here. You're actually just the cat I wanted to talk to." Her tone of voice was odd, as it always was. It was weirdly patronizing, and yet, there was to it a quality that could make someone feel incredibly special, like for once they were the only cat in the world. It was the way an adult might talk to a very beloved but naive child, and it was as interesting a feature of the leader as it was unnerving.
"It is only an enigma to us, for the bird life is quite simple. He eats when he's hungry, sleeps when he's tired, and if he so chooses he can travel to wherever he wishes - and he can do so quickly and easily, free of responsibility to everyone but himself. In a small way I envy that life, but then again, I feel at the end my life will be more fulfilling, knowing I've carried the burden of my Clan. I've healed them when they're sick, helped the queens to bring new kits to the Clan and I've sat with elders as they've taken their final journey to walk among our ancestors." Elmwhisker replied thoughtfully, quietly padding forward to stand beside Ranunculusphilsosphy. "And with your title comes a heavy burden as well." he added. "But what did you wish to speak to me about?" he asked curiously, fixing his pale blue gaze back upon the bird above them.
A giggled rose in Ranunculusphilosophy's throat, a tinge of something mocking and yet oddly pitying in the rather melodic sound of her laughter. Her eyes then flickered up to the bird once more. "That's a very tom-like way of looking at it. But perhaps I wasn't very clear with what I meant by enigma. So how should I have put it? Hmm... What I rather meant was, it's an enigma that prey would scream out a song in the dark of night. Shouldn't it be hidden in it's nest, avoiding freezing to death? Or at least be quiet to avoid a predator. If not us, shouldn't it be wary of owls? It's behavior is off, so one might wonder if it's ill. Or just suicidal... Or both." There was a slightly bittersweet smile that spread across her maw for a second before turning her gaze down towards her medicine cat once more.
"But I suppose prey behavior isn't the line of work of a mountebank, is it? As you just mentioned, you work in the medical, and medical is your concern. Which, of course, brings me back to the whole reason I wanted to speak with you. If every word you spoke was honest, then you must enjoy your work with herbs and figure it very important, is that correct?" The she cat was silent, her gaze slightly more intent, and it was clear she was analyzing his every movement. The question itself seemed like some sort of trap, as if the obvious right answer was doomed to be wrong, or perhaps there was no right answer at all.
"I enjoy my work very much, not every cat has the ability or desire to be able to correctly identify and use the correct herbs and mixes to cure an infected wound or internal illness. Some cats are born to be fighters and hunters and some are born with the natural gift of confidence and strong leadership skills but I was gifted with the ability to heal and it is something I cherish and take very seriously." Elmwhisker responded, meeting Ranunculusphilosophy's gaze evenly. "But I get the feeling that wasn't the answer you were looking for." he added. He was curious to know what her exact intention was in asking the question, to any other cat this question might have prompted a defensive reaction but Elmwhisker remained calm and collected.
